He still did not understand, from where this sensation of a trouble, and then at once has understood: too many open doors.
The door in the house has been opened wide open, and the hen house door has been broken and the shed door too rolled
aside, and, and the door on an attic has been for some reason opened. One of windows in the house is broken, the box of
Trezora is turned, on all court yard red feathers are scattered, and the trampled snow is splashed by red stains. Constraining
breath, Marks has hasty removed skis and has gone to the house. In the house all doors too were open, in the broken
window pulled a frost, but was still warm. Marks has called: "Hey, owners!" - but nobody has responded, yes he and did not
wait that will respond. In rooms as always it was pure and it is tidied up, but in an outer entrance hall the big sheepskin coat
rolled on a floor.
Marks left in a court yard, has shouted, having put palms to a mouth, and has run round the house. From under feet at it the
cat of Murkot has jumped out striped staruhin and, having inflated a tail, has headlong flied up on a hen house roof. Marks
has stopped and has called him, but the cat has looked slantwise and, having pressed short ears so spitefully and has
furiously tightened "ua-ua" that at once it became clear: the cat here saw such that will not soon calm down and will believe
in someone's good resolves.
Having bypassed round the house, Marks has risen on skis, has dumped a backpack and has recharged a gun. With "two"
he has thrown out cartridges directly during snow, and in trunks has tired out "nulevku", the most solid that at it was. He did
not doubt that the crime and as dika there was this thought is committed, anything else did not come to to it mind. Now he
saw that through a gate have dragged on snow something heavy, spoiling with blood, and saw that this trace lasts on a
glade and disappears behind trees. Around there was a set of traces, they have seemed to Markovu any strange, but there
was no time to understand. It took a gun naizgotovku and has gone near to a terrible furrow where in unwrapped snow red
stains blurred. "Swine, - he thought with cold hatred, - wild beasts..." All was absolutely clear to it: Palych in due time Has
fallen has detained the malicious poacher, and that, having returned after otsidki, was with drunk friends to revenge, and
they have killed Palycha and his mother, and then Has fallen, having sobered up, have got a fright and have dragged away
corpses in wood to hide. He distinctly saw overgrown mugs and the eyes poured by vodka and thought that will shoot not at
feet, and as at the front.